Rock Bottom

Half-past two, the bell rang-

Sounds of joy echoed throughout;

But I was stuck in life’s fang.

Chided by the Devil, I consciously fell

To the scraping ground, limped all about;

Heaven never looked so sickly swell.

I dwindled in His abrasive clutches,

Savoring eternal doom-procreated sprout;

Perseverance has left, itself flushes.

Acceptance prevailed, the perpetual longing

For what perception once was, now a deserted drought;

“Rock bottom hath come,” says myself unfolding.

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